The Northeast is
bracing for a nasty winter storm; but we here in Southern California have our
weather issues too. Today it rained, and last night it got so cold the
temperature was down to those things below fifty. What are they called? Oh,
yeah, forties.
Four Gay Guys
Watch the Grammys
Picture, if you
will, a hard wood floor, oriental rugs, brick walls, window treatments loft in
Brooklyn. Four nattily attired gay men in the early thirties adorned with
thinly-trimmed beards, pork pie hats and skinny jeans and V-neck t-shirts, are
sipping smart cocktails and watching the Grammys.
Stephahn:
“Oh, look, Chris
Brown is there. I thought since they said no cleavage we wouldn’t see that
boob.”
Antwanio:
“I hear he had
trouble finding a date to beat up.”
Lance:
“Oh, look,
there’s Tay-Tay, Taylor Swift. You go, T-Swizzle. You know, I wonder if I was
straight if I would find her sexy? Nope, I wouldn’t.”
Jonathon:
“If you were
straight you would be the second straight guy named Lance.”
Lance:
“But with twice
the nuts.”
(They jump up
and all four miss their attempted high-fives)
Stephahn:
“Oh, there’s
Beyonce. Did you see her at the Super Bowl halftime doing her Godzilla
impression? OK, we get it, stomp, stomp, snarl, repeat.”
Antwanio:
“You watched the
Super Bowl? Please.”
Stephahn:
“My partner,
Gregario, is going through some sort of butch phase. Did you know those players
wear their pants all kinds of tight? You can almost see their DNA.”
Lance:
“I know, huh?
That Ray Lewis? He can stab me any time.”
Antwanio:
“Focus, girls.
Back to the Grammys. There’s Pink. In my next life I want to come back as a
color.”
Jonathon:
“With your luck
it would be Avocado. Oh, look, there is that bitter old dinosaur Alanis
Morisette. Here’s a dictionary, sweety, look up the word Ironic.”
Stephahn:
“Really. A fly
in your chardonnay? That’s a bummer, honey, not irony.”
Jonathon:
“And while
you’re at it, tell your buddy, Stevie Nicks, when a snow covered hill comes
down it is an avalanche, not a landslide.”
And that is how we play:
Four Gay Gays Watching the Grammys